I used to be a baker, but I couldn't handle the pressure to rise.

I'm writing a book on gardening, but it's still in the seedling stage.

Why did the cheese go to the party? It wanted to get shredded.

What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta copycat.

I'm friends with a dictionary. It defines my social circle.

I tried to make a belt out of watches, but it just took too much time.

I tried to write a play about time travel but it ended up being a flop in every era.

Why did the math book look excited? It aced all its problems.

I used to be a gardener, but I couldn't see the fruits of my labor.

I'm friends with a thesaurus, every word we share is synonym-ous.

Why did the coffee go to therapy? It had too many grounds for stress.

I used to be a baker, but my passion for pastry was half-baked.

I used to be a baker, but I always felt crumby about it.

I told a joke about construction, but it didn't have a solid foundation.

I'm really good at solving puzzles. They always seem to piece together for me.

I told a joke about construction, but people thought it was a bit wooden.

I used to be a baker, but my products never rose to the occasion.

I'm friends with a calendar. We have a lot of history together.

I used to be a baker, but I was always in knead of a break.

I'm friends with infinity. It goes on forever.

I used to be a tailor, but I kept losing my thimble.